Poetry Now

Fling words at the page until they cling,

no need to rhyme at the end of each line

poetry today is pointed, sharp.

Thoughts do not flow, they pounce, they flash

they light the moment and are gone-

play ‘catch me if you can.’

Now, like modern jazz, we seek the melody in vain-

verses no longer swing, instead dissected, clever

lines confound, while poems of the past

are remembered for ever.

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Anniversary verse

August 2019

Fifty three years we’ve been wed. ” You’ll be sorry,” father said

Not to me, but to my beau ( to warn you what you did not know)

That life with me would be a game and no two years would be the same.

While you appreciate the past, knowing that treasured memories last

I want to learn and strive and change, often our future rearrange,

With gratitude for all that’s been, discovering what life’s lessons mean.

Together, settled, we were sure- in Education and the Law

Ambitions matched, until the time when motherhood added to mine.

An accident curtailed our dream but still, undaunted it would seem

That, as a couple, we’d adapt and soon a different route was mapped.

We moved, and watched our two boys grow and give us grandchildren to know

And when our working lives were done we paused, to find what we’ve become.

For here, as we age, we retain so few regrets-ignoring pain

And problems caused by growing old.  That’s life – ‘Just bear it’ we are told.

Our lives are filled with tunes and song, the knowledge that we both belong-

I write, and you connect on line. We share a joke, go out to dine.

We’ve home and friends and family and time to spend beside the sea.

So I’ll wish you and you’ll wish me a Happy Anniversary.

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Summer Morning ( verse)

Today the curtains open wide to show the bright sunshine outside

And there, just waiting, at the gate – my friendly blackbird, am I late?

No, pigeons have devoured the seed and left, so he has space to feed

I’ll rise and juicy currants find, for now the larger birds have dined

On corn and peanuts, he can have a breakfast that I know he’ll love

And I can watch his handsome form – so sleek, so black, he greets the dawn

With song that’s always my delight. It’s like a thank-you, and the sight

Of yellow beak and beady eye just complements the pale blue sky.

To share the summer with the birds encourages me to find the words-

For simple pleasures can bring cheer. It isn’t miserable all year!

 

June 16th 2019 verse

Not only is it Father’s day but Sussex Day as well

Although, for all the fuss that’s made there’s few of us could tell.

Sussex is known for the South Downs, the countryside and sea

For Chichester and Brighton, all pleasures that are free.

There’s lots to do in Sussex, museums by the score

Roman remains, a racecourse and hotels by the shore.

The folk who live in Sussex like music, food and fun

Although, like all of England, it’s better in the sun!img_0056

Filling a Root Canal

” Open wide so I can numb, then inject, your upper gum.

A tiny prick and you will feel no more of this two hour ordeal.”

I sign the form with shaky hand, still so afraid – I understand

that my infected tooth is dead, to be replaced with pins instead.

A clamp inserted in my jaw, no time for questions any more.

I lie there with my mouth agape, eyes closed, unable to escape

and then begins that awful whine that makes me fearful every time.

The drill is ringing in my ear, although I know I’ve naught to fear.

There is no pain, only the sound of grinding, digging and I found

a spray of water hit my face as, mentally, I float in space

so calm I am almost asleep, until a sudden high pitched beep

shows that a different drill’s in use, then heat, a flash, I dared not peep.

” Are you OK?” the dentist said and in response I nod my head.

“It’s almost done, but don’t forget there’s more appointments to come yet.

Next month a crown must go on top,” Will dental visits ever stop?

I sit up, glad to get away. There’s nothing left to do but pay.

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‘Coconut Ice’ mmmmm

The book launch of Coconut Ice went down well yesterday, although I was glad we had chosen an intimate venue as the public did not arrive in droves. We sold ten copies, which is reasonable for something as unpopular as a poetry book. ( I usually sell 14 novels at a launch) I supplied some real home made coconut ice for customers to sample, but a few did not like coconut so I brought some home. It’s very naughty, almost all sugar, but I only made small slices!

I didn’t realise how tired all this planning was making me as we have the charity Gig next month and we need posters and tickets and advertising for that soon. Not much time for writing although I have written one short story and may try to do another this month. I’m sleeping through TV programmes in the evenings. It’s a good job I didn’t care ‘who-done-it!’bookwormclipart